I couldn’t wait to finish these lawns. The retired people typically want to talk after I finish their lawns, despite the heat and humidity. They are lonely and I understand that; it’s why I take the time to talk to them, but I had plans for later. I tried to convey my urgency without being rude. My six lawns were done in three hours and I was on my way!
I called my wife to check in and see how things were. All was fine and how was my day. I lied and said long and grueling. I told her I was going to spend the night at my parents since I had some bed work to do in their local area tomorrow. Hah! Bed work! I told her I’d call her sometime tomorrow and we hung up.
Upon my arrival at Becky’s, I saw the garage door opened and she was standing out front. I pulled into the driveway and she told me that when I finished, I should pull my vehicle and trailer into the garage for safe keeping. I did the lawn, picked over the shrubs and beds and then put my vehicle in the garage. She met inside the garage and told me that this weekend had a few rules.
“First, I am initiating what I call the 3 foot rule. What this is is when you enter my house, once you are within an imaginary border of 3 feet from any exit, all your clothing must be removed to proceed any farther. This applies to any and all that are in the house. Second, you will do as I ask you this weekend, no matter what it is. You will be compensated for last night’s animal control and for this weekend’s festivities.”
“Festivities??”
“Yes, I have a pool party tonight and it is a nude affair. It is a small group of friends and they are being assembled so that they may meet you. They all have their own individual needs in a “handyman”. I know that we have been exclusive thus far, but after tonight, your new business venture is going to get off the ground. These women are all women of some means. There is one in my situation: a well off, uninterested husband (both with 2 mistresses on the side), a divorcee who caught her philandering husband diddling the maid. Since the money was hers to begin with, he’s out with nothing. Last but not least, are the two “grieving” widows. I am the oldest of the bunch, and they go as young as 38. All transactions are on a cash only basis. You will report half of it for taxes and the other half is yours to spend as you please. One of the widows is a tax accountant and she will take care of your books for you.”
“The party will commence in one hour and last until tomorrow at nine pm. I hope you are ready for this, because they sure are! Now, the only other rule will be that you and I will only cavort in private. I do not want these women to know just how much I care about you.”
That last revelation was unexpected. I hope it doesn’t cause any problems between us as my business grows. As I step from the garage into the house and head for the back door, she stops me.
“3 foot rule! Strip!”
I readily comply and then head for the french doors. We emerge into the sun and she embraces me. We kiss passionately and lie down in the grass and write around. I enter her quickly and we make love before the guests arrive. She whispers in my ear, “I’m falling in love with you.”
We consummate our relationship and I ask her, “What about your husband?” She says she has already discussed it with him. Without getting too technical, she says, “He has 2 mistresses and one is a seven year relationship. I am just a figurehead, eye candy for the parties and his bosses and clients. He keeps me because I am too costly to get rid of right now. I maintain his lifestyle and I have my own. He will allow me to spend his money however I see fit as long as I don’t bankrupt him or sully his financial future. I am not to embarrass him in any way. I told him about the police visit and he already knew. The officer that responded is a good friend of ours and would never divulge any compromising situations.”
I understand and tell her that I have feelings for her, but that I may need help with a divorce from my current wife. I tell her that I don’t want to create a scene, but would like for her to “just go away somewhere”. “The divorcee is a lawyer and will take care of those matters for you. In fact, I believe we all might be able to take up a collection to give to her as a settlement offer, and buy her silence with it.”
I am so looking forward to this now. Debauchery and lasciviousness will undoubtedly rule the evening, but I imagine that a cool business head will prevail above the salacious behavior. I begin to plot my future with these women.
The divorcee (Dana) arrives first. As she enters the front door, she sees the 3 foot rule sign. “Dammit Becky! 3 foot again? If I must, I hope you have someone that can escort me to the pool area.”
Becky instructs me to escort Dana to a lounge chair and to do as she asks. I enter the house and Dana extends an elbow. I take her by the arm and slowly walk her outside, introducing myself along the way. As she sits down in the sun, she asks me if I would be a dear and spread some oil on her. Becky hands me the tanning oil bottle and I squirt some on my hand. I rub them together and begin to apply the oil to her skin. Dana appears to have had the same plastic surgeon as Becky. Her age, as I find out, is the same as mine, 47. I unashamedly apply the oil to her entire body, paying particular attention to her breasts and crotch. She smiles at me and says to Becky, “Frisky one, eh.”
Dana turns over and I apply more oil to her back. As I near her behind, I manage to slip a finger inside her ass briefly just to gauge her reaction. At first she is startled and then she relaxes and allows me to stroke it a few times, before returning to the oiling. She turns back over and asks me to lean down. When I near her face she reaches out and pulls my head to her face and kisses me lustily.
I hear commotion at the front door and the other three women have arrived at the same time. They are al undressed and clamoring over each other. I go inside to see what the hell is going on and the commotion stops. In turn, they introduce themselves: I’m Millie, I’m married and my husband is a cheat! He can’t get rid of me because I would be too expense. I’m 38 and horny as hell! Her body is svelte and fit. In fact they are all well toned hard bodies. They must put a lot to effort into maintaining their fitness.
“Hello, I’m Abigail, Abby for short. I’m recently a widow, about 8 months now and Becky has been an inspiration for me. I’m a tax accountant and I hear you will soon be a client of mine. I just turned 40 last week and I still have lots of energy. I have a lot of projects to do around the house and am looking forward to getting them accomplished. “
“Hey there, I’m Roxy. My man died two years ago and I have a lot of projects that need doing, including me! I’m going to be honest with you, I need to be serviced. I’m 5’3”, 102 pounds soaking wet and I can’t be satisfied. You can try, but well, we’ll have to see.”
“Ladies, I only have two arms, but if Roxy doesn’t mind riding on my shoulders, I’m sure I’ll be able to escort you all at once to poolside. Roxy agrees readily and they help her up. I tell them, wait. Turn her around so she is in front of me. They giggle and do so. I wiggle my tongue around on her belly as I walk out with them. Roxy is going to be trouble.
The party gets under way with each one wanting to be oiled and I take my time with each. I saved Roxy for last. She says, “By the way, I’m only 43.” I ask her to roll over and I oil her back first. When she rolls over, I oil her chest first. She appears to be a B cup and as if she can read my mind. “I’m 33B, 22, 34.” I comment how she is perfect, and continue to apply the oil. As my hands caress her breasts, I see her arousal. I allow my hands to slowly advance to her crotch and then one by one, allow fingers to slip inside her pussy. I start to push 2 and 3 inside her and she starts to get a little loud. Becky grins at us and I continue get Roxy off with my hand. She cums, hollering the whole time and then sinks back to bask in the aftermath of her orgasm. “I can’t wait to fuck you!” She says.
Becky stands in our midst and says that other than the 3 foot rule, the only other rule is that I am free for the taking. “He will do anything you ask, and his tongue is quite talented. Beyond that, I want you to examine him and see if you would be able to use his talents around your house as your on-call handyman.”
Roxy is by my side in a flash, “Come with me right now, before anyone else exhausts you. Your tongue, huh? I want that between my legs right now and I’ll tell you when I want you to fuck me.”
Our trip to the bedroom is wild. Her tiny body is perfect in every way. I feast on her pussy for two hours bringing her to one orgasm after the other. I’m beginning to notice that my tongue is getting tired from the action and I have never gone this long before getting called up to the majors. Just as I’m about to quit on her, I feel her hands pulling my head up. She is flushed and sweaty, and her tongue finds my mouth and she explores its depth. Her lips hungrily devour whatever juices she has deposited on my face. Whilst doing this, she finds my rock hard cock and impales herself on it. Her pussy is so tight and wet. I slip in until I bottom out. I still have almost an inch to go. She isn’t very deep, but I’ll stretch that out a bit for her.
I begin to pound against her cervix, stroke-by-stroke, I go deeper until my balls touch her ass. I’m pounding her deep and hard with every stroke. I know it must hurt and I have to be bruising her inside, but she keeps meeting my stroke and grinding into me. Her mouth covers mine as we moan into each other. I feel my cum boiling and it explodes deep in her belly. Her arms and legs wrap around me, desperately trying to keep my seed deep inside her. As I begin to soften, she looks in my eyes and tells me she feels satisfied for once. I assure her that should she ever need satisfaction again, that I would be available, for a fee, for her satisfaction. Becky and Abby would be overseeing my business and they will tell you how to write off the expenses.
Roxy kisses me and tells me to have fun with the rest. She’ll find me again later, when she’s ready for more. She also says she will have to make sure she books me well in advance.
We emerge from the house and Becky pulls me aside. “So, what do you think?”
“I think if I hadn’t met you first, I’d probably find myself in her arms every night. She’s a wildcat. I think if given enough time, I could break and tame that cat though. She just needs the right tongue in her snatch to satisfy her.”
“Well, you just remember who loves you.”
“Becky, I know you do. Besides, Roxy isn’t the marrying type. I think any man would think she was playing around on him. She seems the nymphomaniac type.”
“Aye, she is. Although, it has been since her husband died since she last had sex. You were her first since him. The fact that she came out satisfied must mean you fit the bill.”
The remainder of the evening was spent “servicing” Dana, Millie, and Abby. They weren’t spectacular, but their bodies were amazingly flexible and energetic. By the time one am rolled around, I was spent. I went to bed with Becky, where she loving sucked me to sleep. I awoke at sunrise and promptly paid her back by feasting on her until she awoke and then she rolled me over to give me the first ride of the day.
After breakfast, we all discussed terms of my employment contract and how payment was expected. It was all very droll but necessary. We played Marco-Polo for an hour and then had lunch. Around 3 pm, everyone but Roxy left. Becky and Roxy approached me and offered me an alluring deal, “Take us both, together, and we’ll see to it that you become a rich man, able to retire by the time you’re 50, if you so choose.”
Before the ménage-a-trois, I ask for details on their plan. They lay out a well thought out plan that includes all the “work” to be done and how to invest it. Knowing some of what needed to be done, I agreed to the plan, and we retired to the bedroom. This was the first time, of many to come, where I witnessed Becky and Roxy feasting on each other’s pussy, and me finding myself in the middle of it all. After the first year, I was recently divorced, my ex had moved to St. Louis with family, and soon was able to purchase her own place with the settlement money, and I was earning 6 figures, legitimately, and another almost 6 figures in cash. Our plan was coming to fruition, and I was doing my best to satisfy these two sex starved women.
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